Rogers Captain America Novels & Stories

The situation was now becoming intense with everything bestowed on rogers next action. “Should we attack him boss?” one of them whispers to rogers. “NO!” he answers and makes some few steps towards Valentine, everyone froze on seeing this as the environment changed and the mist kept on blurring their view, a cold and light wind blew through them and this implied that it wasn’t safe for them anymore. “Let me out buddy, this guy is really pulling my nerves!” Cadis says to Valentine. “You have killed one of our own werewolf, we don’t wish to fight you” Rogers says as everyone else feels so disappointed as he spoke, they were itching to strike on the werewolf and avenge Lucas death at that point

"When I have free time, I will visit him." Roger didn't answer, just nodded. Roger is a person who is good at hiding his emotions, except for the first day he hears about Erza; the next day, he returns to his normal appearance. Fun to talk to, still teasing Evelyn, but she didn't bother to fight or fight with him. At first glance, Roger may be heartless, but few people understand that he wants to bring some air to everyone. Last night, I caught him sitting by the riverside, his eyes so brooding that he didn't know I was standing behind him.

Yulia berated him. Rogers closed his eyes as tears streaked down his eyes. Whatever internal turmoil he was going through meant nothing to me. He was going to pay with his life. “Who wants Yulia?” I asked. “I can not tell you that, not even with the threat of death,” Rogers said defiantly. “So go ahead and kill me, it changes nothing.” “Helena Craven,” Yulia said and I froze. “How do you know that name?” Rogers asked with shock written all over his drunk face.

“I’m proud of you, my dear. You’ve outdone yourself in this industry.” I glance over at Nicola. “Nicola, make sure Santiago ties him up next to the old man from last night. Maybe they can catch up and discuss how it feels to be caught after betraying and hurting people. I’ll deal with them later.” Nicola nods, already pulling out his phone to call Santiago. Rogers drops to his knees, clutching at my leg. “Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it,” he pleads. But I don’t bother acknowledging his apology. I turn on my heel and walk out, ignoring the shock and fear etched on everyone’s faces.

Her instincts screamed, feet backing away slowly, breath catching in her throat. One lunged. She screamed—and then suddenly— A blur of black fur crashed into the attacker mid-air. A massive black wolf with silver eyes, twice the size of the others, snarled with a guttural sound that shook the air. From the distance, golden eyes watched from the rooftop. The rogue Alpha. His fists were clenched. His chest rose and fell in frustration. He was going to save her. But he was too late. That bastard beat him to it.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

Look there, huh? - Of course I understand, Heitor", I pointed to the TV, "That one there, in the red and blue clothes is Steve Rogers, Captain America. The one that turns green is the Hulk and the woman ah, she is the Black Widow, there is also the Iron Man Tony Stark ... Even though I was 28 years old I was a superhero fan. I loved the whole universe of super powers, fighting evil and all that stuff. I want a power to end Miguel's race...good idea

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.